DAMIEN LAZARUS - GET LOST 4
Crosstown Rebels and Damien Lazarus are about delivering the unexpected. They don’t call themselves home of the electronic underground for nothing.
With his label Crosstown Rebels, Damien Lazarus not only proofs to have an ear for new talent but also the ability to showcase them in the context of a larger framework. Exploring unpaved pathways, the Rebels earned themselves quite a reputation - and their Get Lost mixes fit the profile accordingly. To give the series a new boost after a 4 year pause, the fourth instalment is mixed by the master himself.
Mix CDs should invite people to dance - right? This 16 track mix by Damien contains no less than 10 exclusive tracks and opens with the first exclusive: the dreamy My Way by Amirali. Followed by Nitin's Twice, both tracks set the tone for what’s about to come the next hour or so. Repetitive rhythmic loops interlude with longer (single shot) musical phrases processed with el weirdo echos and other effects - and (of course) vocals which make their mark all over this release. The somewhat unconventional and minimal soundscapes are always open without too many sounds playing simultaniously, which only adds to the psychedelic edge many of the tracks have. The first half of the mix is mostly driven by clicky and dry kicks rather than deep boom-booms, but this changes halfway the mix starting with track eight.
At this point, Nic Purman kicks in adding some more energy with Fade Away. Time to get your feet moving! The second half of the mix introduces more conventional dance music sounds, but never without denying the signature sound described above. Handclaps, acid lines, looped synth stabs – it’s all there now to get your body shaking. As a result, by the end of track nine (Metallic Italic by Dance Disorder) you’ll find yourself tapping more than just your feet. Next you'll be dancing to the techno beats of Night till Dawn by Dana Ruh. Dinky's Owls will keep you right there, introducing a new weirdness with guitar and other stringed instruments. The bleepy piano in Acid Pauli’s Japan that yells over the swelling synthline drenches the mix with liquid drops indeed. Time to deliver!
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